"Darien…… Who the hell is this? Another one of your clingy tramps?"
The look in Serena's eyes turned from playfully seductive to damn right hostile as the red haired slut dared call her a "clingy tramp". Darien tensed as he watched the change in Serena's persona, there was no way someone wasn't coming out of this bruised and battered… he only hoped that it was more of a mental battering, not physical.
"I'm sorry, is there something we can help you with? 'Coz Darien's a busy man and doesn't have time for little girls trying to gain his attention."
At least someone at the table choked on their drink at Serena's response to Beryl's words, while the rest of the group looked on with varying expressions of being appalled, of respect or damn right glee at someone finally putting Beryl in her place. As it was, they all held their breath as Beryl sputtered, her eyes flashing dangerously as Serena turned her eyes from the fuming red head to her mate.
"Little girl? Little girl, if anything it's you is the little girl around here. God knows what you Darien's gonna see in you when he has a real woman right here who knows how to show him a good time."
Feeling pleased with herself, Beryl moved her hand to place in upon Darien's arm once again, only to cry out sharply as Serena locked a death grip on her wrist.
"Word of advice sweetheart, you want to continue using this hand and not have it as a mere novelty that's only good for show, I suggest you refrain from putting you hands anywhere near his body." Flinging Beryl's hand away, Serena once again settled herself in Darien's lap.
"Oh? And as for showing him a good time, I've already got that covered, but I'm sure that there are lots of men out there who would be willing to experience the sort of services I'm sure you offer, after all, everyone's got to make a living somehow and if that's the vocation you chose who am I to judge."
Beryl's hand whistled through the air, ready to connect with the side of Serena's face, only to be intercepted halfway there by an unyielding grip. Startled, Beryl traced the hand up to Darien's furious eyes.
"I'd also like to make a suggestion, that your hand never goes anywhere near her body, because I can assure you that if it does, you will regret it. You need to leave…now."
Thoroughly humiliated, Beryl glared at Serena who had been watching with an almost childlike curiosity to see how things turned out, before she stomped her way out of the restaurant, conscious of the stares she was receiving, especially when she knocked into a waiter carrying hot soup. The following events of said collision resulted in Beryl's tight black dress gaining a pea green colour to its pallet. A banshee like shriek erupted through from her throat as she stared at the ruins of her dress before she continued on her way.
"Please tell me she never made that sort of noise when you were sleeping with her."
Laughter rang out around the table, who had all been watching the scenes adamantly, all except from Serena who had slid of Darien's lap at hearing of his past exploit with the woman and from Darien who was trying to cajole her back onto his lap.
Come on babe, it was a long time ago, way before I met you. Darien's telepathic plea fell on death ears as Serena continued to ignore his presence.
"So Darien, who's the chic?" "Yeah Darien, aren't you gonna introduce me to your friends" The dangerous glint in Serena's eyes left Darien with little choice, his shoulders slumping in defeat whilst inwardly smiling proudly at Serena, she was one hell of a woman; definitely no push over and more than suited to be his mate.
"Guys, this is Serena… Serena this is my kiss, otherwise known as Andrew, Mina, Lita, Ami, Raye and Chad."
"And what are we supposed to do with a name? She'd better not be another one of your floosies Darien."
Darien glared at his sister as the rest of the table squirmed uncomfortably in their seats.
"Let me guess, you're either an old lover or, as I'm more inclined to believe, his sister, probably his baby sister." Serena's calm words were slightly distracted as she looked through the menu on the table. Silence coated the table as they all stared at Serena, before looking over at Raye and then back towards Serena. They were still eager to see the face of the mysterious woman; none of the table having seen more than a glance of her face as she'd been perched on Darien's lap, that combined with the fact that she'd hid behind her hair and now behind the menu was increasing their anticipation, 'coz let's hand it to Darien, he was always seen with some hot chick on his arm.
Raye raised her eyebrow as she regarded the woman sat opposite her. Never before had any of Darien's girls so flippantly disregarded her words, instead they always whined and complained to Darien, about the lack of respect, or her personal favourite after turning to Darien saying "How dare she, baby tell her not to talk to me like that."
As if conscious of her gaze upon her Serena put down the menu and lifted her gaze to meet Raye's flicking her hair back from her face at the same time. The silence seemed to become even more ominous as the group finally looked upon Serena's face even Raye's eyes widening as she stared at the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. As if sensing her thoughts Serena raised one of her eyebrows, a mischievous smile gracing her lips as she shifted her gaze to take in the rest of the table.
"Ummmm, If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go use the little girls room." Not waiting for an answer Serena sashayed away from the table, unaware of the looks she gained as she passed each table on her way, heck, even the waiters were finding it hard to tear their eyes away from the silvered haired goddess before them, something that lead to the second collision of the day.
"Dear God!" "Damn!" "Is she for real?" Andrew, Chad and Mina's exclamations seemed to amuse Darien as he took in the shell-shocked faces of his friends.
"Something the matter?" His tone was only just this side of being mocking, something that didn't go unnoticed by Lita.
"You know damn well what's the matter!"
"Oh? And prey tell Lita, what is this matter that you seemed utterly convinced I know about?"
Despite the joking light in his eyes, his voice had taken on a dangerous purr.
"What's the matter? What's the matter? Please tell me I wasn't the only one who wanted to throw her down on this table and fuck her senseless?"
Andrew's words were met by stunned silence before Chad let out a "hear hear" at the same time Mina smacked Andrew across the back of the head and Darien let out an angry growl.
"Down boy." Darien's growl deepened at Lita's words, alerting the rest of the table to his unhappy mood.
"Whoa! Chill out Darien, I mean if I wasn't straight I would definitely want her for a night or three." Amy looked up from the doctoring magazine she was currently reading, noticing the incredulous stares directed at her. Quickly going over the conversation that had been taking place she blushed as she recalled the words she'd meant to mentally contribute were verbally contributed.
Mina chuckled with glee as she watched one of her closet friends squirm in her seat with embarrassment, her cheeks flaming red, while the rest of the table were just glad that her words had managed to calm Darien down, nothing good came out of an angry Darien.
Darien opened his mouth to speak, but the tingling awareness of Serena halted the words in the back of his throat, especially when her hand skimmed the back of his neck and his eyes closed in pleasure, a low groan filtering into the atmosphere. He turned his head and opened his eyes to see Serena's soft gaze on his, her eyes seeming to flicker with joy and Darien knew that she was experiencing the link between the two of them, something he suspected was due to her being his mate, not mate as in someone he liked and claimed, but mate as in soul mate, that one person predestined for him and completed him in every way.
He ignored the looks he sensed the rest of his kiss was sending him at acting so out of character, but he couldn't help it, not when she was around and touching him like that so gently… so lovingly. With a sigh he gently grasped her hand, bringing it up his lips and turning it over so he was able to place a butterfly kiss on her wrist, his eyes gazing intently into hers, allowing him to witness the look of pleasure, but more importantly the joy, that blossomed there at his actions.
Turning back to the rest of the table once Serena sat back down, he proceeded to call over the waiter and begin ordering food, knowing that his mate was ravenous and so was he. A soft murmur wafted from the table to join the other conversations from the restaurants other customers. Darien just sat back and watched as Serena seamlessly joined in, his friends happily welcoming her as one of them. Now all he had to do was tell them he'd turned her into vampire, something he was sure wasn't gonna go down all to well, but when Serena turned her head and gave him a sweet little smile, he found that he just couldn't regret his actions as he just didn't care.